Words - Lucinda Williams

I would rather suffer in sweet silent solitude

Deathly defiant from drowning out

Filthy sounds stumbling ugly and crude

Between the lips of your beautiful mouth

Deep down within me words move in phases

Frozen and still until they decide

To melt and drip over the pages

Until that moment they live inside

My words enjoy the feel of the paper

Better than me, lay with your consonants

Once they get going, they never waver

And they slip in between your ifs, ands, and buts

When my words are hiding between the lines

Then I’m afraid they won’t hear me call

What if they fail me without a sign?

What if they hardly surface at all?

Screaming and throwing your weight around

My words choose knowledge over politics

You can’t kill my words, they know no bounds

My words are strong and they don’t make me sick

They still remain my only companion

Boiling truth to the very end

They’ll never ever completely abandon

Ever give up the paper and the pen